Dancer Turns me out

"JD, get in here!" my boss shouted down the hall.

"Oh shit," I thought to myself. "What's this about?"

My boss, Mr. Isabell to his face and Izzy behind his back, had earned his reputation as a prick. Turnover was much higher than it should be at a small insurance agency in a moderately sized town. Nevertheless, he was the boss and I needed this job, so I hustled into his office.

"I'll get right to the point," Izzy said, not that I expected informal chit-chat. "Allison was supposed to attend the regional insurance conference next week. Her good-for-nothing husband got t-boned this morning and is in the hospital."

"Oh my God," I gasped. "Is he ok?"

"What? Oh, I guess so. A few broken bones or something like that. More importantly, she can't go now. I want you to take her place. The stupid girl booked a non-refundable ticket, though, and I'm not paying for another flight, so you'll have to drive."

Secretly, I was thrilled. I had a fear of flying and the trip would only be three hours or so by car, nothing too onerous. "Ok sir, I understand. I'd be honored to go."

"Work with June on the details," he directed me. "Now, get back to work."

Five days later, I was on the road. If I pushed it, I could be there in under three hours, but since the conference didn't start until the next day, I decided to take my time and make sure to take in the scenery. It was a beautiful summer day with bright sunshine and few clouds. The music was loud and my smile was huge. I knew Izzy wouldn't send just anyone to this conference and this trip was the first indication he thought I was worth a damn as an employee.

I was about an hour down the road when I saw the first billboard for the Adult Emporium. I actually laughed out loud at the image, despite being alone in my car. It was of the head and bust of a obviously enhanced, either surgically or via photoshop, blonde woman. It was overly sexual and looked absurd against the backdrop of full, lush trees and the bright blue sky.

I'm sure the billboard featured other words, but only one caught my eye: lingerie. I had long harbored a fascination with lingerie, specifically panties and stockings. I had even stolen a few pairs of an ex-girlfriend's panties right before we broke up and had jerked off into them frequently. I had longed to wear some outside of my house but had always been too scared or embarrassed to do it.

By the time I saw the second billboard 10 miles down the road, I was actively trying to talk myself out of stopping at the store. When I reached the next sign five miles later, the butterflies in my stomach and my hard cock had taken over and I knew I was going to at least stop in to see what they had.

At the appropriate exit, I got off the expressway and, following the signs, I pulled into the parking lot. The giant "Adult Emporium" sign perched on the roof left no doubt that I was in the right place. The building itself looked to be a hastily put-together steel building that had somehow survived several hard winters. It needed a new coat of paint but that only added to the overall seedy aesthetic.

The door squeaked loudly when I entered, announcing my presence before the entryway chime did the same. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights because the woman working the counter immediately asked if I needed some help.

"No thanks," I said softly. "I'm just looking around."

"Ok sweetie," she said. "Movies are to the right, toys against the wall over there, and lingerie to the left."

I decided to play it cool and wander for a while before getting what I really wanted. I looked through the movies and pretended to study the toys before making my way to the racks and racks of lingerie.

I was in heaven. They had so many options, styles and materials I'd never even considered before. I took my time looking and touching them all. In my head, I had crafted a full backstory about how I was searching for something special for my girlfriend. Of course, it was all a lie, not that anyone there cared anyway.

Eventually, I settled on a pair of white lace cage back panties and silky white stockings with a noticeable seam up the back. Just holding them gave me a hardon and my hand shook while I handed over my credit card to pay. The smirking cashier gave me back my card, handed me a small bag with my purchases, and chuckled while I walked out of the store.

I hustled to my car, tossed the bag on the front seat, then worked to catch my breath before continuing on my way. My leisurely drive had been replaced by a race to get to the hotel and try on my forbidden items. Traffic cooperated and the hotel check-in was fast, allowing me to be in my room and out of my clothes within two hours.

I wanted to do this right. I started up the shower, grabbing my razor and shaving cream before I hopped in. I took my time, doing my best to remove every hair below my neck other than a small landing strip above my aching hard dick. After I dried off, I made sure to lather my skin with lotion, already concerned about how much itching there would be in a few days.

I sat down on the bed, my bag next to me, and pulled out the white, seamed stockings. I hadn't noticed the lacy tops until I held the silky hosiery in my hands. I started with my left leg, slowly pulling the soft material over my feet and up my leg. The sensation was incredible. It was so soft and smooth, I couldn't resist running my hands over my leg over and over. I did my best to straighten the seam in the back, wanting everything to be perfect..

Eventually, I pulled myself away from my left leg to encase my right one as well. The matching sensation on my other leg drove me out of my mind. My dick had been hard and dripping for hours now and showed no sign of stopping. I ran my index finger over the wet tip and drew it to my mouth, moaning as I sucked it clean.

I then took out my new panties. They were white, sheer, and very lacy with a cute, white bow in the front. The back was almost completely cut out except for a small string that was to fit in my crack. I stepped into them, sliding them up my legs, feeling lace on lace. I pulled them all the way up, my hard, wet dick sticking out the top of the panties and string rubbing against my asshole. It was almost an out of body experience, watching myself dress up in such sexy things.

I then decided to have some fun. I put some dress pants on over my lingerie, shoes over my stockings, and a nice shirt over my freshly shaved chest, and decided to hit the hotel bar. I figured that the evening before a big conference, the bar would be packed and with me secretly dressed among the crowd. Unfortunately, the place was dead. I ordered a beer and chatted up the bartender some, but it wasn't the rush I was craving. I had entered a headspace where, while I wasn't sure I wanted to be discovered, I wanted to be a little dangerous.

I asked the bartender if there was a place nearby where I could go to have a little fun. He eyed me suspiciously, "Um...what kind of fun are you talking about?" he asked.

"Well, you know, the kind that's, I guess, sexually charged, maybe?" I said, clearly unsure of myself.

His eyes got wide. "Oh buddy, I have just the place for you."

He proceeded to grab a coaster and write something on the back before sliding it over to me. I read it then looked at him with an unsure expression. "Devilish Angels? What kind of place is that?"

He looked around and lowered his voice to a near whisper. "Dude, it's my go-to strip club. It's not super-high end, but the girls there are plenty cute and they really go out of their way to please. If you go there with $100 in your pocket, I guarantee you'll have a great night. If I'm wrong, come back here tomorrow and I'll give you two drinks on the house."

I finished my drink while thinking about what to do. I wasn't feeling like taking charge and being demanding tonight. I was definitely in a submissive headspace at this point, but decided I had nothing to lose, and those free drinks tomorrow sounded good to me. I paid my bill and headed for my car. Devilish Angels was just outside of town, but thanks to my GPS, I was able to get there before I got cold feet and backed out.

The gigantic bouncer at the door made me feel tiny when he checked my ID, wanded me, and collected the cover charge. With an impossibly deep voice, he said "Have fun, man," before letting me into the club.

The club itself was nothing special. Low lights, plentiful mirrors, and pulsing music. I took a moment to allow my eyes to adjust before finding an empty table and sitting down. It was a Tuesday night and therefore, pretty quiet. There were a few men there who I assumed to be regulars and others like me that had the wide-eyed look of a fish out of water.

A cute waitress wearing a tight, white tank top that clearly showed off her pierced nipples and black booty shorts made her way over to my table. "Hey hon," she said, touching my arm. "Can I get you a drink?"

"I'd love an IPA if you've got a good one," I said.

She winked, then laid a cocktail napkin down before turning towards the bar. I looked around some more, noticing for the first time the glowing neon "VIP" sign pointing up a staircase against the far wall and couches lining the room with curtains to keep prying eyes out. On stage, a curvy blonde with big tits and a fake smile was writhing on the stage.

I nursed a couple of beers, watching plastic blonde after plastic blonde take the stage. Normally, they would be my type, but tonight I craved something different. I wanted a badass, a tough looking bitch. Someone who looked like she would beat my ass just for looking at her wrong.

As if on cue, I heard the DJ call out, "Gentlemen, get your engines revving for...Harley!"

On to the stage came the biker chick from Hell. She wore thigh-high black leather boots, a black leather g-string, and black leather studded vest covered her smallish, I guessed B-cup, breasts. Her arms, legs, chest and back were covered in tattoos. Her shoulder length black hair was styled in a way that you could easily imagine her hopping on the back of a hog behind a big-assed biker named "Snake" and peeling out of the parking lot. In short, for at least that night she was a dream come true.

I watched her dance, desperately trying to make eye contact with her. When that failed, I walked up to the rail at the edge of the stage with a $10 bill in hand. After she had removed the vest, she strutted over, rubbing her tits all over my face before allowing me to slide my money inside her long, sexy boot. She winked at me before moving to dance on the other side of the stage. I went back to my table, hoping I had made enough of an impression for her to see me after her set.

Harley's music ended and she began collecting her things from the stage. She looked over at me, winked, then headed back to the dressing room. I hoped against hope that was a good sign. Moments later, I felt a hand on my shoulder, boobs against my back, and lips against my ear as a voice said, "I loved your big tip, sexy."

I turned and it was Harley. My cock jumped in my pants. "You are by far the sexiest woman I've seen here tonight. Would you please join me for a bit?"

She smiled wolfishly. "I'd love to, sugar, but I'm working. You gonna make it worth my while?"

"I plan to," I said, pulling out a chair for her.

She sat next to me, touching me constantly, rubbing my arms, legs, and head, teasing me. The waitress came by and I bought both Harley and me a drink.

"So, what are the prices around here?" I asked.

"Well sugar," she purred in my ear, "The couches against the wall are $20 per song or 3 for $50. VIP upstairs is $50 for ten minutes but if you tip the bouncer well, sometimes he loses track of time. Of course, you need to tip me well, too." She licked my ear when she finished, as if to let me know it was time to act.

"VIP sounds good to me," I said, taking her hand. "Lead the way."

Harley led me towards the stairs. I followed, looking up at her hot, tight ass as we climbed the steps. At the top, I tipped the bouncer and he led us to our room. Harley indicated where I should sit, then closed the curtain. She sat on my lap, swaying to the music, before saying "I'll wait for the next song to start the timer."

I was out of my mind horny at this point, and Harley's persona was increasing my desire to be used and humiliated. The next song began and she climbed off my lap, dancing for me like she has for hundreds or thousands of men before. I'm sure it was all very routine for her, up until she found me out.

Harley was sitting on my lap facing away from me. My legs were spread and she bent over to grind her ass into me. She started running her hands up my legs and then stopped. I could almost feel her deciding what to do, then she leaned back, rubbing against me, and whispered in my ear "Well sugar, those stockings were unexpected. I didn't have you pegged for a fag," before bursting out in a raspy laugh.

"Wha...no, I'm not gay!" I almost shouted. "Those are...um...socks."

She laughed even harder, then leaned over again, pulling my pant legs up higher and higher, until they just wouldn't go up any more. Harley ran her hands over my stockings and laughed at me. Turning around, she said, "Sugar, those are no socks. I know stockings and that's exactly what they are. Fuck, you're probably wearing panties, too."

I felt my face turn bright red and my eyes dropped to the floor. I thought she was going to wind up on the floor, she was laughing so hard. She reached over and grabbed my hard cock through my pants and panties. "Shame, you're actually not small, I thought all you sissies had little dicks," she said, shaking her head before she burst out laughing again.

She stood up and grabbed my hand. "Come on, sugar. I've got just the thing for you!"

I tried to protest. "But...what about my dances? I paid and..." I was going to keep going, but she gave me a look that said if I continued, she was going to beat my ass.

I felt so dominated as Harley dragged me across the room towards a door I hadn't noticed when we entered the VIP area. I knew I could put my foot down and leave, but part of me was afraid to disappoint Harley, who was fully in my head at this point, and the other part wanted to see where this was heading. After all, I was looking for a fun, charged night, wasn't I?

The bouncer by the door let Harley and me through with a smirk on his face. As we walked past, he called out, "Damn girl, you get them every night, don't you?" Harley, without breaking stride, looked back at him and winked.

Down a short hallway, there was a large metal door that wouldn't look out of place in a bomb shelter. There was a security camera above the door, obviously watching us. As we approached the door, I heard the distinctive "click buzz" noise, signifying the door was now unlocked for us.

Harley swiftly opened the door and dragged me inside, slamming the door behind her. The room was clearly an office. Monitors lined the walls covering every inch of the club, including the VIP room and dressing room. There was a large safe in one corner, a large desk near the monitors, and a plush leather couch against the far wall. The smell of stale cigar smoke filled the room.

Seated at the desk in a large leather chair was a man who exuded power. He appeared to be in his 40s or 50s, but didn't have the soft body of an office drone. He was obviously a workout fiend and took great pride in his appearance. A silver fox if there ever was one. He smiled as Harley presented me in front of him. Looking at her, he said, "Well, what do we have here?"

"Gary, please meet your sissy fag for the night. Now, he tells me that he's not gay, but his stockings, panties, and still hard cock say otherwise," Harley said while grabbing my throbbing dick.

"What's your name, sissy fag?" Gary asked.

"Um...JD," I said in a soft voice.

Gary laughed at me. "I'm glad you didn't try to deny what you are. Ok JD, is it ok if I call you Jennifer? Or would you prefer Jenny?"

I started to protest, saying "I'm not gay and not a girl, my name is..." before Harley reached out and roughly grabbed my nipple through my shirt, twisting it.

Without letting go, she turned to me. "You need to show some respect to Gary. In fact, I think you better start calling him 'Sir' before I get mad."

The lump in my throat would only let me nod. I knew at this moment I was in way over my head and I should have been scared, but instead I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. I toyed with submissiveness in the past but this felt so real and so right. I wanted to be good for her, and him, and see where this was going.

"Tell me what you found, Harley," Gary said.

"Jenny is wearing white stockings and panties under her pants, Gary. I think she's clearly worth my fee," Harley said, confidently.

I stood there confused. Her fee? What did that mean?

"Not so fast, my dear. I need to see before I decide," Gary replied. Then turning to me, he barked out, "Strip off your male clothes, Jenny, but leave your girlie things on."

I looked to Harley, hoping that she might rescue me but knowing she wouldn't. She started reaching for my nipple again, so I moved quickly, unbuttoning and removing my shirt, slipping off my shoes, then finally undoing my belt and sliding my pants down my silky, stocking-clad legs. Harley moved quickly, collecting my clothes and moving them to the corner of the room opposite the door. It was then that I realized they had done this before and I was nothing more than a plaything to them.

Gary approached, walking around me, drooling over my body like a piece of meat. I could feel him behind me but stayed looking down past my hard, dripping cock to my feet. My bulging panties looked ridiculous and in a different situation would have caused me to laugh. The sting of Gary's hand on my ass brought me back to reality.

"I like your smooth body, Jenny," he said right in my ear. "You and I are going to have a good time tonight."

Gary strolled confidently to the safe, opened it, and took out a stack of cash. He then motioned Harley over to his side. He gave her a deep, passionate kiss before handing her the money. "Well done again, Harley. Come back later for the rest."

She walked over to me, grabbed my slick cock through my panties, and kissed my lips softly. "Take good care of him," she whispered in my ear. "The better you do, the more money I get. You want to make me proud, don't you?"

I nodded. I really did. I wanted to make her happy, to please her. To earn her a lot of money.

Harley quickly left the room, leaving me alone with Gary. I felt so small next to him and standing nearly naked in the middle of the room wasn't helping. He poured two glasses of Jack Daniels and walked towards me, staring deep into my eyes. He handed me one, clinked my glass, and drank it all down, never breaking eye contact. I drank up as well, closing my eyes as the potent liquid burned going down my throat.

"Look at me," Gary ordered. I complied immediately. "I know that Harley dragged you in here without telling you what was going to happen. My name is Gary and I own Devilish Angels. I'm in this environment every night, and it makes me horny as fuck. I have a rule, though. I don't fuck the dancers. It's bad for business. What I will do, though, is fuck the customers every chance I get.

"If you stay in this room, I am going to use you. I'll take my frustrations out on your mouth and ass. I don't give a shit if you cum or not. This is about me, not you. If you want to leave, the door's over there, but you will never be allowed back again and," he said with a devilish smile, "I'll give Harley your address."

Images flashed through my head of Harley showing up unannounced at my house and beating the shit out of me. It was a scary, though slightly arousing, thought. I had already decided I was going to submit to Gary, though, so Harley quickly left my mind.